YAN-PARA au master post

[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[beautymark]

[fiiine reluctantly getting back in bed]

Shirou's an idiot.

[erank]

Yeah, tell me about it. We're thinking about hanging him upside down from the ceiling for a while.

[beautymark]

I should break his leg.

[because mine hurts and I'm allowed to be 10 about it!]

[erank]

[a pause to consider: are we mature, or are we annoyed and also 10?

The latter, most likely]

Yeah, no one would stop you there, just make it quick and don't hurt yourself.

[beautymark]

As soon as I can walk.

[right now huddling in the blankets sounds better]

[erank]

[Cu pulls his chair up and settles back in, clearly relieved at Diarmuid's improving mood]

Take all the time you need, man

[beautymark]

[I am cold, nauseous, and in pain. Also having weird hallucinations as usual.

WAT NOW:

> give into urge to hide from the flying mullets
> forget what's going on and try to get up and go beat up Shirou
> turn into a blanket lump and soak up Cu's attention

It's not too hard a choice. ]

[erank]

[8( baw... he can't put on a finger on why he always makes a point to worry about Diarmuid. Stop self, dat's gay.]

That comfy?

[beautymark]

I still feel sick. And I don't like forgetting things.

[curling up around a pillow and letting the blankets muffle his voice]

[erank]

...you sure you want to remember everything, though?

[beautymark]

No. If I forgot it must have been bad. But if I just forget things I don't want to think about, I'm afraid I'll get even more lost than usual...

[erank]

It's not something the real you would have done, anyways.

[a shrug]

Just think about being yourself. That's enough, isn't it?

[beautymark]

It isn't like there's a "real" me and a "fake" me, Cu...

[erank]

[aauuaaaaaugggh D8]

You know what I mean!

[beautymark]

It sounds like you're still in denial that I'm ruined.

[erank]

It's hard to forget that you stabbed me...

[he frowns, shoving his hands into his pockets]

I just want to think about good stuff, too.

[beautymark]

I'll end up killing you one day, I'd bet. And I won't even remember it apparently.

[erank]

Can't fix that, but.

[a shrug -- he's already gone over his fuck quota for the month]

I guess I'm not that scared.

[beautymark]

Why?

[says the very serious and refined blanket lump]

[erank]

It's hard to be scared of a ball of blankets, man.

[beautymark]

[emerges from his blankets just enough to throw a pillow at Cu]

[erank]

[He laughs and ducks, narrowly avoiding the pillow]

Still not scared.

[beautymark]

[grumbles...]

You're lucky I love you too much to cut your tongue out.

[erank]

Okay, yeah, that is pretty lucky.

[beautymark]

[grumpy noises, curling up in his cocoon again]